Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1887-05-14

one word at q time. and the creates. book
Is written and is read;
One stone at a time, and Il palace rears
Aloft its stately head;
One blow at time and the trees cleft through
And city will stand where the forest grew
a few short years before.
One foe at Il time, and he subdued.
And the conflict will be won;
Cne grain at time, and the sand of life
VIII slowly all be run;
One minute another the hours fly;
One day at a time, and our lives speed by
Into eternity.
One grain acknowledge, and that well stored
Another, and more on them.
And rs time rolls on your mind viii shine
With many garnered gem
OF thought and wisdom. And time win tell
zone thing at a time, and that done WE'LL
Is wisdom's proven rule.
For the REcoRD-UNIoN.l
A TRIP TO MoNADNoCK.
IBy Nellie Larkin.l
Rose and Lily lived in Rhode Island, a
State that ali little geography scholars
know has neither mountains nor very
high hills, but whose shores are washed by
the grand old Atlantic. The little girls
had never seen q mountain, and great
surprise was in store for them when they
went on visit to their grandpa and grand
ma, VINO lived in New Hampshire, a State
almost filled with hills and mountains.
They started one beautiful morning in
July and rode up Narragansett bay on q
cool, pleasant steamboat. From Provi-
dence they had long ride in the bot, dusty
cars, and were glad when they were safely
landed in grandpa's big green door-yard,
where they Immediately commenced chas-
ing the chickens and butterflies Very
soon they were at the barn, making ac-
quaintance with the bossies and pigs and
with grandpa's dear little colt AT 5 O'clock
grandma called them to supper, and after
supper they went with papa to help grand
pa rake hay, and then to drive the cows
home from the pasture.
Such delightful time as they had But
oh, how tired they were when bedtime
camel How tired they were every night
as long as they stayed at grandpa'sl There
was so much to do; so many chickens to
feed; so many flowers to pick; so much
sand to slit, and so much hay to rake.
Grandpa declared that he could never have
done his haying without them
Every day seemed to bring something
new, and TO the little children every day
seemed brighter than the one before But
| can only tell you about one day " hich
was the best of all the summer. One
morning their mamma awoke them at 4
O'Clock. She told them that the whole
family were going upon an excursion to
Monadnock, the highest mountain in south
ern New Hampshire, and as they wished
to have plenty of time they must start verv
early as the mountain was dozen miles
away. Upon hearing this they were out of
bed in a minute, and in half an hour were
dressed and ready for breakfast; but not a
mouthful could they eat, so excited were
they. Papa laughed, but said they would
take some OF grandma's doughnuts and
cookies, and see how fast they would dis
appear on the way.
Before sunrise grandpa's good, strong
horse, Betto. was harnessed into the carry
all, grandma's big lunch basket was filled
with all kinds of good things, and the two
little girls, with papa and mamma, had
started upon what seemed to Rose and Lily
the most wonderful expedition any one
ever undertook.
For several miles the road was some
what level, and Betto trotted on finely,
stopping now and then to give the children
a view of the country. Once they stopped
on the top of hill from which the view
was very fine. In the distance on every
side were mountains. WachuSett at the
south, at the east beautiful, dome like
Watatic, from which to the northward
stretched q range OF hills of many shapes
and sizes-and all along the western hori-
ION, so very far away as to seem but tinge
of blue against the bluer sky, could be seen
the Green Mountain range.
But the glory of all was Monadnock,
towering msjestically above a landscape
varied by hill and dale, forest, meadow and
pasture, and dotted with many little
white village, and many a sparkling pond.
hot FIJI viz .
tie party gazed in silence until Lily sud-
denly exclaimed:
ooh! now is the time for grandma's
doughnuts !"
And while the children finished their
breakfast, Betto trotted down the hill, into
a valley, where nothing was to be seen but
trees, birds, flowers and ferns. How fresh
and fragrant the woods seemed TO the little
city maidens! No wonder their appetites
seemed to increase rather than diminish
Soon the road grew more stony, the hills
grew sleeper, and finally Belto turned into
pasture where the road was quite narrow,
though almost as good as the highway had
been. The hills were always ascending,
and never descending, and the level places
were few and short Betto soon began TO
lag, and to stop now and then, and look
back as if to say:
who'll get out and draw this carriage
for me ?h
Rose and Lily offered to walk, but papa
said Betto was better able to draw them
than they were to walk for be had only
the easiest part of the mountain to climb.
and would have plenty of time to rest
while they were clambering over the rocks
to the summit
The ride grew rather tiresome, but there
were few things to interest them. Droves
of cattle were feeding in the pastures, and
and the children called the COWS to follow
them, but the sedate old creatures were
well accustomed to tourists, and soberly
kept on browsing. A few q" baby cows !"
came near the carriage, stood staring for a
few minutes, then kicked up their heels,
and away they raced over the pastures AT
last the party arrived at the half way
house at the end of the carriage road.
Here they alighted, and boy led Betto
away to the barn. where he was fed and
watered, and left to take long rest.
Then began the solid work of the day.
For awhile the path led through the
woods, cool and fragrant, and the party
often rested on moss grown rocks. Cnce
they turned out of the path to little nook
which papa knew about, where was a spark
ling spring, from which they all refreshed
themselves with a drink of pure, cold
water and some OF grandma's Sponge-cake.
Then on again, up the path, which con-
stantly grew more and mora difficult to
climb. Soon the trees were all left behind
them, and before them were only the big.
bare powders, of which the upper part of
Monadnock is composed, with only
here and there a small cluster of bushes or
few discouraged looking shrubs. There
were stone steps all the way, but yet the
path was SO indistiuct that the party could
hardly have followed it but for arrow
heads, or consciences, as the children called
them, painted on the rocks.
By following these faithful little guides
they succeeded, at last, in reaching the
summit, but not until the children had de-
clared hundred times that they should
never get there, neceri 1t seemed impos-
sible to these children, who had always
lived on a level island, that they should ever
stand upon the highest of those piles of
solid rock, hundreds of feet high, rising
above them. But there they were at last,
with all the world beneath themn-or so
they thought.
After running around on the rocks for
awhile, picking blackberries and mountain
cranberries, they found a coy place,
sheltered from the wind by an immense
rock, where they all sat down, spread their
nanEins and ate an almost ALARMING